[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

The Pig's Head is totally different from the Three Broomsticks, where the big bar always feels bright, clean and warm, while the Pig's Head has only one small, dark, very dirty room, with a strong smell Lamb smell.The windows were so thick with grime that little light could penetrate, and candle stubs were burning on rough wooden tables.At first glance, Harry thought the ground was compacted mud, but when he stepped on it, he realized that centuries of dirt had accumulated on the original stone floor.

Perhaps because of the closed sign, the Pig's Head Bar was even colder than the Three Broomsticks. At first glance, there was no one there. The owner of the bar stepped out of a back door and greeted them.He was a tall, thin, grumpy-looking old man with a mass of long gray hair and a beard, and behind dirty lenses, bright, piercing blue eyes with a hint of Dumbledore. Professor Lido's shadow.

With a flick of his wand, Harry lifted the concealment spell on both him and Hermione.The owner of the bar, Aberforth, frowned and glanced at them: "I said, why did the door suddenly open, it turned out to be you." He looked at Harry particularly sharply, "Oh, it seems that this is the big, famous, Ding, Ding's Mr. Harry Potter, is really famous for a long time." The tone of the voice was full of uncontrollable irony.

"Mr. Aberforth, please take us to Hogwarts, thank you." Hermione ignored Aberforth's uncomfortable tone and said to him politely.

"Hmph." Aberforth didn't say anything more, and led them up, across the shabby, dirty bar, strewn with sawdust, through a door, and up a rickety wooden staircase. go up.At the top of the stairs was the living room, with its worn carpet and a small fireplace, above which hung a large oil painting of a fair-haired girl looking blankly and tenderly into the room.

"The Order of the Phoenix is ​​over, the You-Know-Who has won, the general situation is over, and those who pretend not to admit it are deceiving themselves." Standing in front of the oil painting, Aberforth said coldly, "I don't understand what you still struggle with. "

"You're right, in fact," Hermione said mockingly, "the power of the Dark Lord is spreading, from England to Germany, and then to the entire continent of Europe. There are revolts all over Europe, and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​no exception." It's just a shrinking resistance group in the UK."

The slightly dejected girl forcibly lifted her spirits: "But hope is not completely extinct."

She didn't look at anyone, as if she was trying to persuade herself, she said to herself, her voice was a bit too sharp, "I will never accept the status of Muggle wizards being discriminated against. Now, racial discrimination will not have any good results!"

The room fell silent, and the crackling of the candles seemed so loud.Aberforth looked at the haggard Hermione, and said expressionlessly: "If I were you, I would have hid in the Muggle world early, so as not to be swept by the storm."

Hermione sighed wearily, she unconsciously played with her curly hair, her gaze was slightly blank: "I have modified my parents' memories to make them believe that their names are actually Wendell and Monica Will Kings, the greatest wish in life is to emigrate to Australia, and now they have gone. It will not be easy for Voldemort to find them..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she almost couldn't continue: "...sometimes, you have to think about more than your own safety..."

Harry handed her a handkerchief, and Hermione took it and wiped away her tears: "If I'm still alive after those disputes are over, I'll find Mom and Dad and disenchant them. If I'm not here— Well, I think I've cast them a good spell, keeping them safe and happy for the rest of their lives. Wendell and Monica Wilkins don't know they ever had a daughter."

"You're only sixteen, boy..." Aberforth murmured.He shook his head, cleared his throat, and turned to the girl in the oil painting: "Arianna, I'm in trouble."

The girl nodded, and the portrait on the wall opened like a small door, revealing the entrance of a real tunnel.Aberforth helped Hermione up onto the mantelpiece and into the tunnel, and Harry followed.

"The two ends of all the ancient secret passages are blocked," Hermione introduced along the long tunnel, her words still had a slight nasal sound, and her eyes were still red, "This is the latest we have found." meeting place, and by far the safest place — leading to the Room of Requirement."

"Block most surveillance magic," said Hermione, "even the Marauder's Map can't trace traces here."

After a pause, she added in a low voice: "However, the news is still leaking. I suspect... it's not the reason for the surveillance magic; it's..."

Her voice was a little choked up.Harry picked up Hermione's words: "Someone's telling the truth. Is it?"

Hermione nodded silently, wiping away tears again with a handkerchief.

They turned a corner and the passage ended in front of them.Another short stone flight of steps led to a door identical to the one behind Ariana's portrait.

"We've gathered people who are still trustworthy, and they're waiting for you." Hermione glanced at Harry and opened the door.

Behind the door, Harry saw many familiar faces, Professor McGonagall with his arms around his chest, Professor Flitwick standing on the high bar, Lupine cast a hesitant look at him, and Hagrid occupied it all by himself. Most of the seats, Mr. Weasley stood leaning against the door, Mrs. Weasley looked at him worriedly, and her children sat in a circle around her.There was also Mrs. Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff House, Mrs. Pomfrey, the school nurse, and some members of the Order of the Phoenix that he didn't know very well.

"Yo, our 'savior' has finally returned from the arms of the mysterious man."

"Harry, do you know what's going on?"

"What a rare visitor, I thought I'd never see you again."

"Harry, why on earth did you go to You-Know-Who's?"

"It's just beyond comprehension of Miss Granger's insistence on looking for you."

Almost everyone spoke at the same time, in a mess, with malice and suspicion almost blowing over their faces.Hermione took a step back timidly, and gave Harry a slightly panicked and apologetic look.

Harry lowered his eyes and silently cast himself a loud, soundless voice.Under the blessing of the loud mantra, he opened his mouth, and his voice shook the whole room: "Quiet!"

Everyone subconsciously shut their mouths.The goblet, which trembled from the sound waves, spun around on the table, and finally stood still without tipping over.

Harry glanced at Hermione and took a deep breath.He really wanted to do something, but he didn't have time to talk too much about trust and suspicion with the people present. He came here secretly, so he couldn't delay for too long.

He took a step forward and glanced at the adults present, his emerald eyes were cold with disdain: "I know that you have doubts about me, it doesn't matter. The most important thing now is to find Professor Dumbledore trail."

"Don't hold back on this matter," the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, magic power surged through his fingertips, and he said meaningfully, "Only traitors would do this."

"Now," although Harry's age may be only a fraction of the adults present here, but at this moment, his aura completely suppressed everyone on the field, "Can anyone tell me what happened? What kind of things?"

"I first found out that the principal's office was closed a week ago," Professor McGonagall spoke first after a moment of silence. "The last time everyone saw Dumbledore was two weeks ago."

"Judging from what Professor Dumbledore vaguely disclosed before, he was going hiking and looking for something. This thing is related to the Dark Lord." Lupine added.

Professor Flitwick interjected: "Aberforth said that Dumbledore learned to keep secrets when he was still at his mother's lap. He grew up amidst secrets and lies. The secrets he wants to keep are basically No one will ever know."

They began to add relevant clues in a hurry, and the more Harry listened, the more he frowned.

After all the clues were told, everyone's eyes began to focus on the frowning Harry.

"Harry?" In the silence, Hermione said tremblingly, "Professor Dumbledore...is he dead?"

Harry closed his eyes, and flowing clues flitted through his mind: the Dark Lord who sent him to America, Nurmengard, which became the headquarters of the Death Eaters in Europe, the once-held relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Friendship, the vestiges of saintliness seen on intelligence...

The basic deduction method taught by Sherlock gathered all the clues one by one and sorted them into a clear thread. Harry suddenly opened his eyes and said firmly, "Professor Dumbledore is not dead."

"Really?" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, but she continued hesitantly, "...But, why is there no news about him? Even the principal's office is closed..."

Harry rubbed his wand, shook his head slightly under the expectant eyes of everyone, and suddenly raised his hand and threw out a petrified stone.

"!"

It was like stabbing a hornet's nest. All the adults stood up in awe, raising their wands at Harry one by one. They had all experienced war, and no one was slower than the other in responding.

"I don't mean any harm." Facing the countless wands pointing at him, Harry spread his hands calmly, even with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Everyone knows that there are traitors among us, and I can't let the Dark Lord know that I s arrival."

He pushed away a few wands in front of him, walked up to Professor Flitwick who was hit by his full-body binding spell, looked down at Professor Flitwick who fell on the ground, with regret in his eyes: "Flitwick Professor Wei, why did you seek refuge with the Dark Lord?"